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"Then it must have been Battersea!" said Maurice, decidedly. "He is a friend of Dido's, and a pensioner of Isabella's. I'll find out if he stole the stick for the negress or for Dr. Etwald." "No, not Dr. Etwald, but the person who stole the devil-stick." David replied in equally as cold a manner..
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